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The best fortune for the devil is not the multiplicity and superfluity of Evils and Criminals. The best felicity and jubilation Devil is the existence of GOOD people who sense nothing and apprehend noting and DO nothing.27 million, mostly innocent people didn't killed just in 2nd world war period, they had started to be killed 10 years earlier than the war start, when the "Third Reich" was being born, when the Cross was being broken, but good people hadn't realized what's going on and the Profit-Seekers was fostering the unfledged monster, without sinister intention ...بهترین فرصت برای شیطان روزگار کثرت اشرار و جنایتکاران نیست. بره کشان ابلیس روزگاری است که انسان های خوب هستند، اما آینده را نمی بینند، احساس نمی کنند و کاری نمی کنند. بیست و هفت میلیون انسان، عمدتا بیگناه، در صحنۀ جنگ دوم جهانی کشته نشدند، آنها ده سال قبل، وقتی نطفۀ رایش سوم در حال انعقاد بود، کشته شده بودند. وقتی که صلیب آرام آرام می شکست، ولی آدم های خوب هنوز نمی فهمیدند و منفعت طلبان بدون سوء نیت هیولای مرگ را شیر می دادند ...
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Those days of the life Only my lull was in great danger No sign of your sorrow, too secure to be true No one knew this life form, is just as a calm before storm A Green tree cut down, A hand cut off, A Pen A head burst beaten, Thoughts emanated, An Opinion A heart torn Slashing, Heart Sap dripped, here it is.., The INK whisper from inside Thats it, Unavoidable The Writing Urgency and, Here I am, Writing inevitably Writing of YOU Its my pen All my being, my essence Like a tree branch, hold me in the line And now the knapsack, Full of heavy signs of pain, Bows my spine Replete of messages of the lord The only heritage of me, For beloved, Is only the WORD But for you, my son Im just an appeal I love him, the God, Youre going to kill Keep Secrecy my son; let us we keep having, just that only ONE . Look at me, writing Writing of your SOB Dont tell him my son, Let the people read, let them to try Maybe they impressed, Maybe they cry Maybe they have seen, your beautiful chin And thunder of sky, in your crying eye May be theyre alive .. Running in dessert, inside of my mind Im making a cocoon, from my body and blood Tunneling from my soul, to the dark of earth Passing this lightened Alleys Dying of fear of shadows, courage and anxiety inside, Fighting in my soul After each of steps, Confidence and strength, in front of each word Evaporate like drops of rain, Dripping on the dry cracked soil Vanish, like a mirage, who have never existed Im writing now walking in dark alleys of the night Fighting with my fear and thinking of the moon waiting for a sharp edge of a dagger from behind, who makes me fly from the wet earth and talk like a butterfly, with that flame, sworn to my pen with a kiss, a touch, a stroke, my heart would be quiet and tame, unbeaten, simple But from my hands, cut from the stab Ten new pens Sharp and fluent will be rasped for the hands of someone else Until you make sure All you gonna tell, heard in the whole world .
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